University of Virginia Library


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[“Wearily, drearily]

“Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song
Bending the banner-poles.
“While all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I with life all dark,
Feet tethered, hands fettered
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square lettered
With prisoned men's groan.
“Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.”